Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.